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Astarion had the perfect plan: seduce their leader, coil him tightly around his finger, and enjoy the protection his web of lies had wrought. He didn't count on their leader being such a charmingly tragic idiot that he couldn't help but fall for him.
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01 Jun 2026
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Astarion is finally free of his Vampire master… Now what?
On a rainy night in an unassuming English village he stumbles across a little bit of magic. -
These Flowers Sprout From My Lungs (Like Grave Dirt) by dorkpatroller
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
22 May 2024
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They say your soulmate will save your life. Astarion wanted that. He wanted it badly enough to make a deal to try and find it, but the trouble with deals is that you've got to hold up your end of the bargain. How was he supposed to know a deal he made before he was turned could come back to haunt him now? He's already got more than enough on his plate without adding curses to it too.
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- Part 1 of Serenade of Sea Foam and Salvation
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09 May 2026
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Astarion is near the docks when he feels Cazador's compulsion on him snap. He doesn't think twice. He just takes the next available ship out of Baldur's Gate. Its destination: The City of Splendors. Waterdeep.
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Gale takes back the glass, now empty, and then seems to fidget a little. “There is something I wanted to get your opinion on- but it can wait until you’ve recovered. You don’t look well at all- no offense meant, of course.”
“None taken,” Astarion says sweetly. “Please go on. Tell me exactly what it is about my appearance that you find lacking.”
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26 Apr 2026
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“Is this all really necessary?” Arlo couldn’t help but fidget beneath his lover’s hands, tugging on sleeves that were just a bit too fancily embroidered to be comfortable. “It’s so stiff.”
Astarion huffed, fastening a button near the collar of the brocade with practiced ease. “Yes, it’s necessary. I will not be seen at my first Solstice celebration in two hundred years with my lover in anything less than the best.”
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Astarion and Arlo go to a Solstice celebration, things get romantic, and then heated